Ethan?
Look at her, L.
She's beautiful.
I was looking down at my new daughter, born just moments ago. Her huge green eyes blinked up at me, her lips curling at the sides.
Ethan?
Yes?
What shall we call her?
I think you should choose, L.
No. I'd like you to.
"Eve. Eve Josephine."
Oh, Ethan. I love it. There's just one thing.
"Yes?"
"Uh. I don't quite know how to say this, but I'd like her to be a Duchannes."
"Of course she's a Duchannes, L! She's half me, half you."
"No, uh, what I mean is I'd liked to call her Eve Duchannes."
Oh. OK. If that's what you would really like…
Oh, Ethan! Thank you! It's just that it's a tradition in our family and I can't imagine Gramma being particularly happy if I break it.
Ethan laughs. "Anything for you, Lena Beana." He stares down at me, nothing but pride beaming from hi face as I pass him his daughter.
When I told Macon I was going to have a child he was really worried at first, he said he didn't know what would happen to the child of a mortal and a Caster, or how powerful it would be. I told him it didn't matter, that I would love my child no matter how much of a mortal or a Caster he or she was.
There is a knock at the door and I will it open, one of my more useful abilities I have as a Natural. Macon is stood there, along with Mitchell, Ethan's dad.
"Come in!" I say. "Meet Eve."
Ethan turns around to show them.
"Oh, Lena!" Says Macon. "She's beautiful. May I?" He asks as Ethan hands him Eve.
I see Mitchell standing by the doors his eyes welling up with tears as he looks at his son. I smile at him and he walks over.
"Hey, Lena. How are you feeling?"
"Fine, thanks, Mr Wate. Would you like to hold your grand-daughter?"
He nods as Macon passes me Eve and I hand her over.